Dawn of the Grey Tower

The fog is disturbing. Especially when you ca n’t find the direction you want to go in the fog. This is quite strange, isn't it? The lantern in the hands of the cheese clearly provided such a large space without fog, but the witch who knew this nearby could not recognize their direction. At first, the mage even suspected that this was intentionally done by the other party, deliberately not wanting them to approach the agreed place. But later, after they tried to go back to the starting point and found nothing there, he understood that this was not the case.

"We entered a special place." The mage said to stop, the lantern in his hand was slightly shaking, with the shadow of several people shaking, "This is not the grassland we are familiar with. This fog brought us to a certain place A place between real and unreal. Be careful, the skinned person should not have such a means. "

The cheese spoke this judgment with confidence, because he had fallen into this situation more than once. In his experience, this large-scale fog often means that the person who spread the fog has a clear goal. He does not want his goal to escape or be disturbed. The question now is whether the mage and his squad are the target being targeted, or whether they just stumbled into the misty hapless egg and were plainly implicated. Of course, the cheese will no longer need to guess this way.

"Ding!" The crisp sound was accompanied by a fleeting spark. Before everyone reacted, Lothar had drawn out his tomahawk, and with one hand he blocked an arrow shot from the mist. But this was just the beginning. The short black arrows began to fly from all around. The earl blocked the first few arrows with keen insight, but a dark arrow shot from the blind spot of his sight looked to pierce his back. Back! "Ding!" Sky blue eyes, even in the mist, are still clear.

"Stand in a circle, Batu took the shaman to our back!" Actually, no need of the count, the boy who grew up on the grassland naturally knew what he should do. While Batu covered Wu Qi with his dagger, he carefully observed the location of the arrow in the fog. The number of enemies is not much, at least not more than twenty, otherwise even a martial arts man who is strong and strong, without the proper shield and bunker, will inevitably hit the arrow.

"There are seven!" "There are seven guys in archery!" Almost at the same time, Batu and Atta gave the same result. This makes the information they receive about the enemy archers quite reliable. However, the number of opponents is not enough. Although it is within the range of the light of the breath of dawn, the range of the bow and arrow exceeds the distance of fifty steps. Their enemies are still hidden in the mist. In addition, the arrows come from all directions. If you rush to fight the opponent, you will only expose your companions and your back to the range of other archers.

Fortunately, archery is not the attacker ’s patent. Batu's bow was always carried on his body. After placing the shaman, he took off the short bow for the first time, but did not shoot in a hurry with a bow. He knows that the probability of a hit is now very small, so before the wind is good for himself, the eagle must wait for the opportunity.

The time is coming soon, an arrow shoots out of the fog, and the goal is the lantern at the top of the gray robe! The eyes of the cheese have begun to bloom with magic light. His vision has exceeded the visible range of the human eye. Although it does not reach all directions, it is not easy to attack him. The arm swayed slightly, and the lantern at the top of the wooden stick also flicked. "Ding!" The arrow hit the eaves of the lantern holder and was bounced off. The dwarf-made lamps have the hardness of a weapon. In terms of quality, it can be used as a flail hammer.

"Medium!" Batu's eagle feather arrows flew along with his low drink. The hunters who domesticated the falcon believed that arrows made from the feathers of their partners could make a hundred hits. This is of course a beautiful wish, but with the blessing of the spirits, who can make it clear? "Hello!" A loud eagle roar sounded in Batu's ear. Naren was not here, but he seemed to see his companion guiding his arrow.

"Gua!" The weird screams came from the depths of the mist. While encouraging everyone, it was also confusing. Skinned people would not make such screams.

"Be careful!" The female swordsman showed a hesitant expression on her face after hearing the scream. Her hesitation allowed the arrows shot at her to pass through the range that the deceiver could stop. Losa couldn't care about the others and reached out in anxiety trying to catch the arrows in the air. In a sense, he succeeded. The short black arrow stopped a few centimeters from Ata's neck. But the price is that the Earl's palm was cut through several wounds by the arrow, and the blood gathered along the gap of the fingertips and dripped, showing a terrible color of blue and black.

The arrow is poisonous. Lothar could see that the blood vessels in his hand were also turning black and blue at a rate visible to the naked eye. And when he considered whether to cut off his arm to stop the spread of toxins, a strange thing happened. When the discolored blood flowed to the place where the tattoo on his hand was, the spread of the spread was stopped. Not only that, the tattoo on Lothar's hand was like a brown bear sleeping in hibernation, and began to greedily absorb the toxins in his blood vessels. When he threw away the arrow in his hand, his hand had returned to its original state.

"It seems that this thing is not strong enough." The count shrugged, ignoring the toxins above, and the power of this small arrow became worthless.

"It is purple shirt poison ~ www.readwn.com ~ Our opponent is the yew man!" Atta stared at the arrow and the blue and black blood stains that were thrown to the ground, and said in a word.

Seems to confirm her claim that the mist on the edge of the range illuminated by the lantern started to surging, and some slender figures that looked two meters high gradually cleared from the mist. These slender people wear old-fashioned leather armor and bark-colored shirts. The exposed skin is dry and has obvious grooves. It is more like the skin of a tree than human skin. At the same time, the eyes of these guys are not like normal creatures, they are completely two round beads inlaid in the grooves of the facial grooves, with amber-like colors.

The cheese shrugged when he saw these so-called yews. Now he knew who the target was. The yews are mercenaries among the elves, the most well-known kind. Even if most of the elves are not well-known, they or they often appear in legends around the world. A large part of the prototypes of the trees described as active have been verified by the grey robe as the yews.

This also explains the venom used by their arrows. Although these guys are not directly related to the tree like Zishan from the appearance, their fingertips can secrete similar toxins like the needles and bark of Zishan. . It is an extremely deadly toxin. In areas where purple shirts naturally grow, domestic animals die from accidentally eating a small amount of purple shirt bark.

"They rushed over to protect the wounded!"

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